The young man, Su Guangxiao, was a little confused by Zhao Baogang's sudden shout.

He looked at Zhao Baogang with confusion and stuttered, "Director Zhao, I am afraid of trouble, so I will pay the money for you first. If you don't like it, it will be the same for me to give the money later. By the way, there is also the copy of Director Feng, I can also pay for you."

Looking at Zhao Baogang's face as dark as the bottom of the pot, Xiaogang Cannon, who was covering his stomach and laughing so hard that he was about to get cramped, finally breathed a sigh of relief. He walked to Zhao Baogang and patted his shoulder to signal him to calm down. Then he suppressed his smile and said to Su Guangxiao: "Su Guangxiao, right? If I remember correctly, you should be Lao Zhao's nephew, then I should be fine if I call you Xiao Su?"

Su Guangxiao didn't expect that Xiaogangpao would actually talk to him on his own initiative. He was very moved for a moment. You must know that Xiaogangpao is a well-known domestic director who is as famous as Zhao Baogang. In some aspects, he is even more famous than Zhao Baogang. He quickly nodded: "Of course, of course, it is my honor to call me like this."

Xiaogangpao asked with a strange expression: "You said you want to pay for me the money to buy me a fan?"

Su Guangxiao smiled and bent down to please him and said, "Yes, yes, there is no need to say that I paid for it, just think I bought it to honor you."

"Tsk tsk"

Xiao Gangpao gave Zhao Baogang a thumbs up at emotion and joked: "Old Zhao, you have a good nephew! You are rich, and since ancient times, heroes have become young!"

"Bang!"

Only a crisp sound was heard. It turned out that Zhao Baogang couldn't help but slap Su Guangxiao, and this slap also fooled him.

"Uncle, why did you hit me?" Su Guangxiao, who covered his face, was stunned. He really couldn't understand why his uncle wanted to hit him. In desperation, even his uncle called out.

Zhao Baogang turned his head and smiled bitterly and said to Xiaogangpao and Yang Feng: "Old Feng, Mr. Yang, you are laughing at me. This kid is the youngest child in my brother's family. He is spoiled on weekdays. My brother and sister-in-law ask me to discipline him. It's all my fault that I didn't take him well!"

Xiao Gangpao sighed lightly and patted Zhao Baogang on the shoulder: "Forget it, Lao Zhao, let me explain it for you, otherwise you, the stupid nephew, won't know what's going on."

After saying that, Xiaogangpao turned his face to Su Guangxiao and said seriously: "Xiao Su, do you know why your uncle hit you just now?"

"How did I know?" Su Guangxiao covered her face with aggrievedness and said in discontent, "I just wanted to pay you money first. Why did my uncle get so angry?"

"You" Xiaogangpao pointed at him and scolded with anger and amused: "Do you think your uncle and I look like those people who are short of hundreds of dollars? No matter how poor we are, we can still get it, but why do we tell Mr. Yang to transfer the money to him after he goes back?"

Su Guangxiao said unconvincedly: "How did I know? Maybe you didn't bring your wallet."

"you"

Xiaogangpao no longer knew what to say. Only then did he realize that Zhao Baogang's nephew was a perfect fool. He couldn't understand what you told him about. After realizing this, he stopped going around. He raised the brocade box in his hand and said to him.

"Forget it, I won't say anything. Let me tell you clearly. This fan is made by the Fangfeng Pavilion in Yangzhou during the Tianqi period of the Ming Dynasty. It was painted by the painter Qiu Ying. Do you think it is really worth only 500 yuan? Let me tell you the truth. This fan has to be added ten thousand words after the 500 yuan. The jade your uncle bought just now is a glass type produced in Laokeng, Myanmar, and its quality is still so intact.

Such a good thing is sold for 1,800 yuan, your mind is not broken, right? You can just look at it. Although I don’t know much about the jade market, I also know that the market price of jade as good as this one is at least 20 million yuan, and it is still priceless. But Mr. Yang only needs your uncle 1,800 yuan, so your uncle said that he owes Mr. Yang a favor. Do you understand? As for the price of 5,100 yuan we said to Mr. Yang, that’s what Mr. Yang said. One hundred is one million yuan, and one thousand represents ten million yuan, in order to be less shocking. Do you understand?"

When they heard this, the people in the room were shocked. Although they claimed that they had seen the world, as the saying goes, "Doing things is like being kind." Some things you haven't experienced in person, you will never understand the mystery. Just like these people in the room, they are all people in the entertainment industry and are considered high-income groups in China. But they never thought that a fan that looks just a very delicate one would dare to yell for 5 million yuan, and a green stone was worth 18 million yuan. They wouldn't even dare to think about such a plot, let alone seeing such a plot.

Su Guangxiao can no longer hear the words afterwards. Now he only knows one thing. From tonight, his story will probably be circulated in the entire entertainment industry, and he will soon become a joke. People will say, look, this is the hammer that treats a piece of 18 million jade as 1800 broken stones.

"ah"

He couldn't stand it, so he suddenly rushed out of the door.

Looking at his nephew's actions, Zhao Baogang sighed helplessly and said with a wry smile: "Old Feng, Mr. Yang, let you laugh. Let's part with you today. I'll treat you to the capital another day."

After saying that, Zhao Baogang rewrapped the jade on the table with foam and walked out of the room with it.

As soon as Zhao Baogang left, everyone was gone and they all dispersed.

Yang Feng also got into Yan Danchen's car and drove out of Huatian Food Mansion toward the street.

"Afeng, where are you going now?" The car drove on the street with sparse pedestrians. Seeing the crowds around it starting to become scarce, Yan Danchen bit his snow-white teeth and asked Yang Feng softly.

Yang Feng pretended to be pitiful and said, "I have no place to live now and I am already homeless. Let me go to your place for a night, right?"

"no!"

Yan Danchen was startled and shook his hand holding the steering wheel, and the small Beetle shook violently.

Yang Feng was also shocked: "Hey, sister, please be careful, we haven't had a room yet, don't be so unlucky!"

"What are you talking nonsense?" Yan Danchen's face turned red with shame after being teased by Yang Feng. He finally calmed down his mind and drove the car smoothly again. Then he bit his teeth and said in a voice that only Yang Feng heard: "At least we will have to wait until the new house is renovated before we can move in."

Yang Feng was overjoyed when he heard this: "You mean we can wait until the house."

"Shut up!" A man as generous as Yan Danchen couldn't help but blush with shame, and glared at Yang Feng coquettishly, "If you talk nonsense, I will never decorate that house."

"Okay, okay, I surrender!" Yang Feng raised his hand high.

In the end, Yan Danchen could not twist Yang Feng's stubbornness and finally let him stay in his residence for one night. However, the shy sister Chang'e refused to let him enter his room. In the end, Yang Feng could only make do with him in the guest room for one night.

In the following days, Yang Feng urged the company to purchase a large amount of supplies while being with Sister Chang'e. He took all the benefits of Sister Chang'e except for the last pass. On the seventh day, Yang Feng bid farewell to Sister Chang'e who was reluctant to leave her on the plane and drove Sister Chang'e's red beetle to Minghu Steel Factory in Zhenjiang.

When Yang Feng came to Minghu Steel Plant, the scene he saw was very different from the situation of two or three kittens when he came a few months ago. The Minghu Steel Plant was busy in this matter. When the car was driving in the factory, Yang Feng could clearly see a worker busy in the workshop. In the workshop, punching machines were making huge roars, and high-strength pieces were constantly being sent to the stamping machine under the driving of the conveyor belt. With the sound of the punching machine, armor parts of various shapes were gradually taking shape.

When Yang Feng came to the factory director's office, he was warmly welcomed by Hangweihu Lake. There was no way. The reason why Minghu Steel Plant was able to recover in a few months was due to Yang Feng's large number of orders. It can be said that Yang Feng's order now stands more than 95% of all orders in Minghu Steel Plant. Once Yang Feng cancels the order, Minghu Steel Plant will be knocked back to its original form overnight. Therefore, Hangweihu Lake is more intimate than seeing Yang Feng coming.

Hangweihu welcomed Yang Feng into the factory director's office and said, "Boss Yang, we have produced a part of the order you want, a total of 3,000 sets of plate armor, 3,000 steel knives, a thousand heavy shields, 500 round shields and 5,000 helmets have all been packaged. We can complete the remaining orders for you in three days."

After hearing this, Yang Feng frowned, "Director Hangzhou, I remember that our order was sent to you a week ago. Why did you produce such a little? If your factory's production is indeed insufficient, I don't mind giving the order to other factories for production."

"Hey, don't!" Hang Weihu waved his hand in an anxious manner and gave the money that originally belonged to him. Isn't this killing him?

In desperation, Hang Weihu quickly explained: "Boss Yang, it's not that I don't produce things for you, but I'm really focusing on studying the artillery you explained during this period? It's because this thing occupies a lot of our manpower and material resources, so the production plan is delayed."

When Yang Feng heard this, he stood up and said, "Oh, have you developed the artillery?"

Hang Weihu smiled: "Of course I have some flaws, otherwise I wouldn't have the shame to see you!"

"Take me to see!" Hearing this, Yang Feng was no longer in the mood to sit down. He quickly stood up and pulled Hangweihu and strode towards the door.

"Damn it, there's finally a cannon!"
Chapter completed!